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Updated Author's Note (2013):

When, more than five years ago; I wrote this fic. I apparently thought elipses were all the rage and would use them at every chance I got. I have therefore, firstly gotten rid of them. The summary, too, needed a bit of tweaking. So I got down to that. And the incredibly bad spelling, coach instead of 'couch' and 'comptition' instead of 'competition'. I am really sorry and I think all the character's names were spelt wrong, too. Though I hadn't decided to proof-read and update sooner, I felt it was high time I did. I have kept in the Author's notes in tact with a tweak here and there, but all author's notes will contain the date for my sake as well as any reader's. As this is my only chance to thank you for all the help collectively, I would like to thank anyone who reviewed, favourite and followed my story. But most of all, I would like to thank the critics. That's why we are here today, on fanfic; because we know that however well we write, there is always room for improvement, which is why I have decided to repost this story, with typographical mistakes rectified as well as slight alterations made to the characters to make them a bit less 'OOC', a term I never understood until I finally asked in on of the author's notes. Anyway, on with the edit version.

Author's Note(2008):

Let me start by clarifying this with everyone:I have absolutely no knowledge what so ever about music….more than the common fool that is. It we would be safe to say La Cardo D'Oro has taught me all that I know about Violins, Cellos, trumpets, pianos…the closest thing to 'knowledge about music' for me before were two things – I had a friend who plays piano and when I was bored, I'd 'compose' songs on my cell phone.

I didn't want this Author's note to turn out so blog-like, but since I believe wholeheartedly in the freedom of expression, here goes….

I haven't written in fanfiction for around a year and I apologize to anyone who cared enough to actually wait. I was busy and had better things to do, but now I guess I'm back in 'jobless' zone…my friends having abandoned me during the vacations to visit hometowns and go for internships. throws sheep at friends Also, you could blame it on social networking sites. there's always something to do on them, so I was never bored on the internet….until now

So basically I love La Cardo and my favorite couples are obviously Kahoko and Len….so I decided to write a fanfiction about them. I hear there were around 25 episodes and I've seen only 10, but I see a beautiful chemistry between the two and hope they end up together…

"Len, I love you," she said, as she desperately banged on the locked closet. "I love you, Len come out and play for me! I want you to play the violin for me. With you stroking it; it makes the most amazing, heartwarming sounds. Come on Len, perform for me."

He heard Kenazawa, his usual, gruff voice saying, "Len….come on its time to come out of the closet-" And then, realizing what he was saying, chuckled loudly.

I must get out. I thought no one cared about me, but here she is. .I can even hear my parents, my teacher and the entire class is here.

Len Tsukimore pushed the closet with all his might. He could almost see Kahoko's beautiful face on the other side, features twisted with anxiety.

"LEN!" Meesa Hamie watched her son sleeping.

"Kahoko." he mumbled in his sleep as she shook him. She sighed. this was the fourth time in a row Len was acting this way. Usually he was up at dawn, practicing away. But today, it was past ten-thirty and he was still asleep.

'Kahoko,' she thought. 'Wasn't she the girl she had met at the competition the other day?' The cheerful, bubbly teenager had caught her eye was Len saying her name?

"Len?" she asked uncertainly. Usually, she let him have his space, but they had to leave that day for Paris and she wanted to say goodbye before she left.

"Kahoko, I'm trying. I'll get out-" he mumbled, his hand coming up to pushed against the air.

Could it be? Meesa Hamie wondered. is Len dreaming about yesterday? He had been disqualified in the second selection of the competition because he had not been there for his turn. Riyo Taro had found him locked up in a closet.

Not knowing what to do, she walked out of his room.

"Honey," she said to her husband, "Let's go. He's not waking up…."

"You sure?" he asked, uncertainly. She nodded. No use waking Len from his beautiful dream.

TRING TRING TRING

Len threw a fist at his alarm clock. It just had to ring when Kahoko and he were about to go all the way.

He sighed. In your dreams, Tsukimore, He thought. But it had got intimate, that time in the practice rooms. His heart skipped a beat as he remembered. Kahoko and him, alone in the practice rooms. His memory was pretty blurry, due to his illness, but when he had awoken, he found his head resting on her shoulder, and his hand covering her's. Nothing would ever be the same again…

And who could forget yesterday, when he was locked up in that closet? Sure, she never actually said she loved him, that was just his dream talking, but she had told him his music inspired her and that she wanted to hear him play. And the way she had gotten furious with everyone for dismissing the audience and declaring the end of the competition….it had really won him over, though he hated to admit that, especially to himself.

Also, he recalled; with the hint of a smile, she had entered with his mother when he stood on that stage, playing after everything was over and he was disqualified. She probably didn't know he knew she was there, but from the corner of his eye, he caught the adorable expression of pleasant surprise frozen on her face. His mother also smiled, whispering to her

"He should play like this, always. It's perfect."

The thought of his mother brought a rush of realization. wasn't she leaving today? Well, better go and say goodbye.

It was strange for him to be so lazy. His body usually worked like a clockwork. He'd wake up, practice, eat breakfast, go for a run or swim, practice more, eat lunch. Practice, practice, practice, until dinnertime.

"You must really love playing the violin."

He remembered Kahoko had told him that, her big, innocent eyes lit up with passion.

'No, Kahoko. its not that I love to play the violin. its just that I have nothing else to do," he wanted to tell her. Instead, he turned his back to her and told her to mind her own bloody business. That had hurt her, he knew.

His hooded eyes fell on the clock. It was 12. TWELVE O'CLOCK! He gasped. But, but mother was supposed to leave at 11! His eyes were now wide open as he hurried down the stairs, wondering what had happened. Was the trip cancelled? Or did they just leave without saying goodbye?

"Hello? Anyone home?" he asked no one in particular. So they had gone after all. Oh well. Got to get used to it. It's going to be like this for the rest of my life, anyway,' he thought.